Luke 24:2-3

John 20:27-28

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An Empty Tomb

Words and music by Joel A. Holloway ©1981

Matthew 28:6
"He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.
Come, see the place where the Lord lay."


"Once for all I gave my life on Calv'ry;
I am now alive forever more,
An empty tomb will always be a witness;
I'm not coming this way anymore."
In my dreams I wandered back to Calv'ry,
To the place where Jesus bled and died.
In His hands my eyes beheld the nail scars;
And I saw the spear wound in His side.

As my tho'ts then wandered to the garden,
To the tomb wherein my Savior lay.
There the angel came and rolled the stone away;
He was gone - He is alive today!

As I stooped and looked into the tomb there,
With the grave clothes lying separately,
As today I ponder all the reasons,
Seems I hear my Savior say to me:


"Once for all I gave my life on Calv'ry;
I am now alive forever more,
An empty tomb will always be a witness;
I'm not coming this way anymore.
An empty tomb will always be a witness;
I'm not coming this way anymore.

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One Guy Didn't

Three guys were tried for crimes against humanity.
Two guys committed crimes.
One guy didn't.

Three guys were given government trials.
Two guys had fair trials.
One guy didn't.

Three guys were whipped and beaten.
Two guys had it coming.
One guy didn't.

Three guys were given crosses to carry.
Two guys earned their crosses.
One guy didn't.

Three guys were mocked and spit at along the way.
Two guys cursed and spit back.
One guy didn't.

Three guys were nailed to crosses.
Two guys deserved it.
One guy didn't.

Three guys agonized over their abandonment.
Two guys had reason to be abandoned.
One guy didn't.

Three guys talked while hanging on their crosses.
Two guys argued.
One guy didn't.

Three guys knew death was coming.
Two guys resisted.
One guy didn't.

Three guys died on three crosses.

Three days later.
Two guys remained in their graves.
One guy didn't.

~ Author Unknown ~

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The Empty Egg

Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. At the age of 12 he was still in
second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became
exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool, and make grunting noises.
At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated
the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy just irritated his teacher.

One day she called his parents and asked them to come in for a consultation. As the
Forresters entered the empty classroom, Doris said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in
a special school. It isn't fair to him to be with younger children who don't have
learning problems. Why, there is a five year gap between his age and that of the other
students." Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue, while her husband spoke. "Miss Miller,"
he said, "there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy
if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here." Doris sat for
a long time after they had left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness
seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. After all,
their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class.

She had 18 other youngsters to teach, and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would
never learn to read and write. Why waste any more time trying? As she pondered the situation,
guilt washed over her. Here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that
poor family, she thought. Lord,please help me to be more patient with Jeremy. From that
day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. Then one day, he
limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him. "I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed,
loud enough for the whole class to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris' face turned
red. She stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy. N-now please take your seat."

Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told
them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she
gave each of the children a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take
this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you
understand?" "Yes, Miss Miller," the children responded enthusiastically-all except for Jeremy.
He listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had
he understood what she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the
assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them. That evening,
Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by
and unclog it. After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse, and prepare a
vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents.

The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs
in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk. After they completed their math lesson,
it was time to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a flower is
certainly a sign of new life," she said. "When plants peek through the ground, we know that
spring is here." A small girl in the first row waved her arm. "That's my egg, Miss Miller,"
she called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held
it up. "We all know that a caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that's
new life, too." Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is mine." Next,
Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up
from the back of the classroom, "My daddy helped me," he beamed. Then Doris opened the fourth
egg. She gasped. The egg was empty. Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and of course, he
did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Because
did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another. She
Suddenly, Jeremy spoke up. "Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?"

Flustered, Doris replied, "But Jeremy, your egg is empty." He looked into her eyes and said
softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty, too." Time stopped. When she could speak again,
Doris asked him, "Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh, yes," Jeremy said, "Jesus was
killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up."

The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the schoolyard, Doris cried. The
cold inside her melted completely away. Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid their
respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of them empty.

~ Author Unknown ~

Then He said to them, "Whoever welcomes this little child in My name welcomes me; and whoever
welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For he who is least among you all - he is the greatest."
- Luke 9 : 48.

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